1 year, 11 months.
Last week, our family managed to make it through all of the 1st season of Nailed It! on Netflix. I had suggested your brother check out the show, after I had spent the week before watching both seasons of Master of None, where the main character who is an aspiring actor, has to settle for being the host of a show called Clash of the Cupcakes.
And yes, Nailed It! was every bit as silly as I imagined it to be, based on the fictional concept of Clash of the Cupcakes and the Internet meme. And yes, your brother genuinely loved the cake competition show as much as I knew he would.
Last weekend, your brother announced to me in the car, as I was taking him hiking while you were home with Mommy:
“Hey Daddy… Mommy said we could look at cakes at Kroger and maybe get one.”
So after our hike, I let Jack look at cakes. To my amazement, there was a chocolate puppy cake for only $2.99. I had no issues paying so little money for a cake so cool; a cake I knew that both you and your brother would enjoy.
As we walked in the door, Jack and I both announced to you,
“Holly, we brought home a puppy cake!”
Your response: “Puppy? Puppy. Puppy!”
So after we ate our veggie soup that Mommy had cooking on the crock pot, Mommy cut the puppy cake for dessert for you and your brother.
Jack immediately dived in, as if it were his birthday. (In reality, it’s your birthday and mine that are coming up.)
To my surprise though, you didn’t really care about eating the cake. You just wanted to play with the plastic cover the cake came in.
You had a great time walking around the kitchen and living room with it on your face like a mask. Then you enjoyed stomping on it in the likeness of Justin Timberlake smashing the disco ball on one of his album covers.
Your brother loved the cake. You loved the container it came in. Classic.